This content was created by Dave Edgren. This content was uploaded by Dave Edgren. This is a YouTube video titled "Because I Love You by Max Lucado" (uploaded May 6, 2018) featuring a single-speaker narration by Dave Edgren. He reads Max Lucado’s children’s/Christian story about Shaddai and the boy Paladin—an illustrated tale about love, protection, curiosity, and sacrifice in which a maker builds a wall to keep children safe but ultimately leaves the village to rescue a child who wanders beyond it. The excerpt is a straight reading/recitation (dedicated to handicapped children) rather than a multi-person conversation.
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Hi, my name is Dave Edgren, and I'm going to be reading you Because I Love You by Max Lucado. Because I Love You by Max Lucado. To all handicapped children, God loves you. Long ago, in a land far away and unlike any you've ever seen, there lived a wise man named Shaddai. Shaddai was a large man with a tender heart. He had bright blue eyes and a long, thick beard. When he laughed, which is something he did often, his cheeks would often lift until his eyes became half-moons of joy. When he sang, which is something he— something else he did often, everything stopped to listen. Tall aspens would bend. Squirrels, butterflies, and birds would pause. Even the children would turn when they heard his voice. And well they should. It was for them he sang. And for the children, Shadai had built a wonderful village. It was more than any child could dream. The children plunged into the sky-blue pond. They squealed as they soared high on the swings hung from the apple tree branches. They scampered through the meadows and giggled in the orchards. The sun never seemed to set too early, and the cool night sky always brought a quiet peace. And most of all, Shaddai was always near. When Shaddai wasn't in the meadow with the children, or in the orchards with the children, he was in the workshop with the children. They loved to be with him while he worked. They loved to smell the sawdust he hear him sing, and watch him carve a chair out of a log or make a table out of a tree. They would gather around him and take turns pressing their tiny hands flat against his great big one. Every night he would gather the children on the grassy meadow and tell them stories. Fascinated, the children would listen as long as Shadai or their weary eyes, aloud. The children loved Shaddai, and Shaddai loved the children. He knew each one by name, and he knew everything about them. He knew Lucy's loved birds. He knew Roland's feared darkness. He knew Daphne was friendly and Spencer was shy. He knew Paladin was curious. When one of them called his name, he dropped whatever he was doing and turned. His giant heart had 100 strings, each held by a different child. And Shaddai loved each one the same. That's why he built the wall. The wall was a high stone fence surrounding the village. Shaddai had built it rock upon rock. The wall was so tall it stood high above Shaddai. Even if he stretched his arms as high as he could, he still couldn't touch the top. Of the Wall. He spent days building it, and as he built, he did not sing. A deadly forest stood outside the village. As Shaddai built the fence, he would often pause and look into the shadows beyond. Cruel thorns and savage beasts and hidden pits filled the dark forest. It was no place for the children Shaddai loved. "Beyond the Wall is danger," he would tell the children in solemn tones. "You were made for my village, not for the terrible land beyond. Stay with me. It is safe here." But in his heart he knew it was only a matter of time. The day he placed the final stone on the wall, he returned to his shop, took a long aspen branch, sat down on his bench, and carved a staff. Shadai stood the staff in the corner. It'll be ready, he told himself. Sometime later, a boy ran into Shadai's workshop. The sandy-haired child, with searching eyes and restless energy, brought the maker both joy and concern. "Shadai!" In one motion, the maker dropped his hammer and turned. "What is it, paladin?" The boy spoke in spurts as he gasped for air. "The wall! I found a hole!" "It's a big opening, sir." The boy's hand stretched to show the size. "Someone could crawl through it." Shadai pulled over a stool and sat down. "I knew it would be you, Paladin, my child. Tell me, how did you find it?" "I was walking along the wall searching for... holes?" Paladin paused, surprised that Shadai knew. "Yes, I was looking for holes." "So you could see out into the forest?" "I was curious, Shadai. I wanted to know why you wouldn't let us go out there. Why is it so bad?" Shadai motioned for the boy to come to him. When Paladin came near, the maker cupped his small face in his hands and lifted it so the boy would look directly into his eyes. The urgency of the look caused Paladin's stomach To feel empty. Paladin, listen to me. The lands out there are not for you. They are not for me. A journey into the forest will hurt you. You were not made for those lands. Let your feet carry you to the many places you can go, not to the one place you can't. If you leave here, You will not find the way back. Paladin spoke softly. You have fixed the hole, then? No, Paladin. I created the hole. Because I love you so much. But you just said you don't want us to leave. I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay with me. But I did make the opening when I built the wall. "But if you don't fix it," said Paladin, "the children might leave." "I know, Paladin. But I want the children to stay because they want to, not because they have to." Paladin didn't understand. Uncomfortable, he turned to leave. He needed to think about what Shadai had said. As he entered the sunlight, he looked back into the shop. There sat Shaddai, leaning backwards, still watching. Paladin was confused. Part of him wanted the safety of Shaddai's shop, while another part drew him toward the fence. He looked again into the shop. Shaddai was standing now, not moving but standing, his large hand stretched out to the boy. Paladin turned quickly away, as if he hadn't seen. He walked as fast as he could, aimlessly at first, then purposely toward the fence. "I won't get too near," he said to himself. "I'll just peek out." Questions came as quickly as his steps. Why do I want Shaddai? Why do I want what Shaddai doesn't want me to do? Why am I so curious? Is it wrong to want to see beyond the fence? By now Paladin was at the hole. Without stopping to think, he lay on his stomach and squirmed through, just far enough to stick his head out the other side. I'll just take a quick look, he told himself. What could be wrong with that? Shad-eye said he made the hole because he loved us, so I wonder what he's keeping from me. As if his knees were moving on their own, Paladin crawled farther Soon he was through the hole and on the outside of the wall. He rose slowly to his feet. For several moments he didn't move. He wondered if something would come out of the trees to hurt him. Nothing did. He relaxed his shoulders and sighed. "Hm, it's not so bad," he said aloud. "It's nice to be out here." What was Shadai worried about? Paladin began walking into the forest. Twigs snapped beneath his bare feet. Sweet flowers scented the air. I don't see any scary creatures, he thought. The trees were so thick he could barely see the sky. "Just a few steps into the woods," he said aloud, "to see what it's like." After a dozen more steps, he stopped. He liked the wilderness. Nothing to fear here. For the first time in his young life, he believed that Shad Eye was wrong. "Just wait until I tell the others." And he turned to go back through the hole. But the hole was gone. He stopped and stared. He saw only a solid wall. Paladin ran to the wall. Was this the spot where he had crawled through, or was it somewhere else? He couldn't remember. He ran a dozen steps one way, and then a dozen steps the other. Nothing. Suddenly he heard a strange sound in the woods behind him. He swung around, but he saw nothing. Paladin looked into the forest. Now it no longer seemed friendly. It was dark and threatening, as if it were about to destroy him. Desperately, Paladin searched the wall. He couldn't climb over it. He couldn't break through it. There was no way home. "If you leave here, you will not find the way back," Shadai's words rang in his mind. The boy's eyes were wide with fear. He sat on the ground and hugged his knees to his chest and began to cry. As Paladin huddled there, lonely and afraid, he remembered something else Shadai had often said: "I love you so much." Does he love me enough to come and find me? wondered the boy. Will he hear me if I call him. "Shadai! Shadai! I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you! Please come help me!" Paladin's plea had been heard by the one who loved him, even before it was spoken. For as the boy left Shadai's workshop, the maker had watched him as long as he could. When Paladin was out of sight, Shadai turned, not to take up his work, but to remove his apron. He hung his tools on the wall, then he reached into the corner and took the staff—the one he'd carved after he finished the wall. Even before Paladin had reached the wall, Shadai had left the shop. Even before Paladin had asked for help, Shadai was on the way to give it. Even before the hole in the wall had closed, Shadai had opened another. His strong hands pulled away the rocks until he could see into the forest. With his staff at his side, Shadai crawled through the hole. He left the village he'd made and set out in search of his child.
